Shufflin’ on towards the bridge of ideals, just to watch it burn and implode

As the city towers above all, the gasp of the crowd drowns the fool

Wealth is the only speech they speak, carcinogen plague at their feet

When the order topples over, it’s always the poor to pick up the pieces

Fight, Flight

I can’t right now

The horde build some structure to the gods, who even listens or cares anymore

Beyond the scope of the limits of the mind, perhaps to rationalize our existence

Once a drop or two of juice in a bucket, the cells combine and divide the riches

If I had a dollar for the times I was right, I’d be able to offer you change

Stuck my hands in the cookie jar, don’t you know it’s empty

Come right down to get down

Knocks at the front door, don’t you know don’t answer

How is this helping? I don’t know it’s all insane

Sitting in the dark gazing towards the empty unknown

Words fall on the floor spoke by no one for one to hear

 If these shoes weren’t full of holes they’d walk me out of here

Holes fill these pockets inside out like the promise you made broken truths and forever lies